This is the tale of old England
We´ve got rocks and coke
We´ve got kids that smoke
Pram pushers and devil´s folk
In our England What´s the weather
Sunshine or rain
Smiling faces asking for a change
Watch the news
Could grow great again
From the harvest to the flatlands
We´re for sale in old England
From the back streets to the old lanes
We´re for sale in old England
In old England
Where every penny´s pinched
In old England
What´s the weather
Sunshine or rain
Smiling faces asking for a change
Watch the news
Could grow great again
From the harvest to the flatlands
We´re for sale in old England
From the back streets to the old lanes
We´re for sale in old England
In old England
There´s a hand in my pocket
There´s a fight for my life
He was sitting on the fence
When they moved to the right
The sham is a shame
And there´s always the rain
And everybody´s loving it
From the harvest to the flatlands
We´re for sale in old England
From the back streets to the old lanes
We´re for sale in old England
In old England
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